-no more

And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

Our Love, his trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore (anymore)

An extract of my latest love. Relates in another aspect.
I'm tired. I'm brain-dead. I tried my hardest not to brood too much.
My outlook is just a cover. I'm really hurting. I'm not the one who ought to feel this way, I know.
I can't bring myself to hate you. I say it again. Till you get it etched into you.

The tears that day was just symbolising a scratch- of the hurt, the pain I've actually felt all in all.
I know I'm supposed to just shut up and keep these to myself. To refrain further upset.
I'm too open already. This I'm sorry.
My importance have faltered, that I see. Maybe it's meant to be.
But this I tell you, yours hasn't and probably never will.
Blame me for starting. However it'll end. Soon, really. Will you make it such?
Sorry, love.

DANCED- 4:31 PM